What Makes You So Special ?

I'm more mature, and even though it's a new year
It still feels like I've been standing still
Like I haven't gone anywhere in the past five years
That's true... but I don't like the fact the only thing changing is my hair
I've seen death & death, tried to spy my daughter's breath
But she's gone, I only get high to see her first steps
Like my first steps to sobriety are always fifty-five percent
Until I think, and realize that's the only way me & her can spend time
I swear sometimes I'm on the baseline
And niggas won't pass anything my way because of the stuff that they'd find
New bitches, new denims, newly old cars at crunch time
But forget about me when I'm the only one that can help their minds
Aren't I different?, or just another in the longest river ?
Am I cool?, or just another depicting myself as a beginner ?
Like I never tried to be in the forefront
Just walking old paths, too forgetful to forge a new one